The Angel Anthologies... In All Things (eBook)
380 Seiten
Marchon Publishing (Verlag)
9798218516109 (ISBN)
Judi Angel is an author based in the Pacific Northwest, where she draws inspiration from the region's enchanting landscapes. With a passion for sci-fi and fantasy, she crafts stories that delve into mystical realms and imaginative adventures. Her debut novel, 'The Angel Anthologies... In All Things,' captivates readers with its rich characters and intricate plots, inviting them to explore the depths of her fantastical worlds. In addition to writing, Judi creates neurographic and Zentangle art, often finding inspiration in world observation and metaphysics. She believes in the transformative power of storytelling to connect people and spark the imagination. Readers can connect with Judi online at Marchon Publishing on Facebook.
CHAPTER TWO
From the top of the stairs, MyAnn could see many friends and great leaders gathered in the grand room aglow from the huge crystal chandelier that hung in the center. The beautiful sound of her father’s favorite melodies that she had grown to love too, blended with quiet conversation among the guests. She paused a moment before descending; a wave of memories drifted through her mind of many celebrations held over the years from family gatherings to official ceremonies. In this moment, she felt secure in what was before her as she took Raziel’s arm to descend the stairs. They shared a bond of honor and love for her father on this occasion that gave her added strength and courage to take the next step in her journey.
Halfway down the stairs she recognized a tall, dignified man with wavy gray hair with streaks of white at his temples, standing in the middle of the room. He was a former president of the Alliance of States on Terra Firma, Rafe McAllister, and now chief liaison to the Council of Thirteen, known to all as C13. He approached them as they reached the last step.
Raziel reached to shake hands with him.
“Good to see you, President McAllister,” he smiled, stepping slightly back, and turning to MyAnn. “Now, MyAnn, please excuse me as I attend to some details. I leave you in good hands.”
McAllister took her by the arm as they walked to the marble fireplace. He turned to her, holding her hands in his as he spoke with an endearing smooth accent, a drawl from the Lowlands that was a gentle, mesmerizing tone she always loved. “MyAnn, my deepest sympathies to you in your father’s passing. I considered him both confidant in matters of state and friend.”
She smiled and nodded. “Mr. President, my father, and I are honored by your presence. He spoke warmly of you often over the years and the great accomplishments you achieved for peace in our world.”
He gently squeezed her hands. “Your father was the one who brought the idea of peace to my lips, and I was only one of many leaders who learned from his wise teaching to speak the words of peace. He gave his energy to the lessons that held the true meaning of what it means to our world. For this, we honor him and now, you. The Alliance and C13 is aware of your father’s legacy that has passed to you, and we will call upon you as we did your father.”
“Thank you, Mr. President. I look forward to talking with you on any matter the Alliance and Council wish to discuss. I am secure in your continuing as chief liaison to C13 as well as the Alliance. There will be much to discuss after the official passing of the mantle ceremony. Now, will you please excuse me as I greet my other guests before we dine and toast my father?”
He gave her one of his familiar looks of reassurance as she turned to walk toward the chair near the fireplace where her father loved to sit and talk.
She had only gone a few steps when a young, vibrant man with striking emerald eyes, a mane of russet-colored hair flowing over his shoulders, and a warm mustachioed grin greeted her. It was Uri, Raziel’s son.
He embraced her in his arms. “MyAnn, my dear friend, I know how you must feel in this moment.” He took a silk handkerchief from his pocket and gently dabbed away her tears. “I came immediately when father called to tell me of your father’s illness. I am saddened by your loss, as is the world. I, too, will miss him as you do. I come now to honor him and, of course, to aid you in the legacy he leaves.”
She found great comfort in her childhood friend who shared so many hours talking, playing, and learning the lessons her father taught both. They grew up like brother and sister; eternal friends joined by a golden thread in the tapestry of life. She could not help but smile and kiss him on the cheek. “Uri, it is so good that you came. It gives me strength to know you are here. There is much for us to discuss. Please, let us talk after tonight’s celebration.”
Uri gave a nod in agreement as he held her hands in his, rubbing them gently as he spoke. “MyAnn, nothing would please me more. Shall we meet in your father’s library after the guests have left?”
“Yes, that would be perfect.” She gave him one last hug as he turned to leave.
As she started to sit, a tall, fair-complexioned man with piercing blue eyes, short-cropped blond hair, and very formal demeanor approached her. She recognized him as a representative of one of the new member countries of the Alliance from the Far East.
He bowed, greeting her with a heavy accent. “Miss DiMarco, I do not believe we have officially met. I am Nukpana Ahriman, a new representative to the Alliance. Your father spoke of you often and I am honored to meet you beyond the pages of your books, although I would wish it to be under different circumstances. You have my sympathies in your father’s passing. How unfortunate that the meeting scheduled with your father could not take place as he had arranged.”
As she shook his hand, the uneasy feeling she felt earlier returned and the hair on the back of her neck bristled.
“It is good to meet you, Mr. Ahriman; my father has told me much about you and your nation’s entry into the Alliance. I appreciate your coming to honor my father tonight and know that I will take up the duties as my father wished.”
He nodded and paused.
“I know this is a difficult time to talk about business, Miss DiMarco. However, I would ask that in the near future we meet as your father planned to discuss some matters for presentation to the Alliance.”
“Yes, Raziel will let you know when. Now, please excuse me and, again, thank you for your presence, Mr. Ahriman.”
Just as she neared her father’s chair, Raziel returned to her side as the guests heard the announcement for dinner. He took her arm and escorted her to the great dining hall. Entering the room, they headed toward the horseshoe-shaped dining table beautifully carved of rosewood with ornate carvings on the legs. It was elegantly set with the finest of crystal, china, silver, and fresh flowers that bespoke the tone of the celebration. Her father loved this unusually shaped table with seating on both sides and a generous space at the top allowing for a free flow of conversation and enjoyment for those who came to break bread in his home.
The guests stood as Raziel pulled out the chair at the outer center of the table to seat MyAnn in the chair where her father had always sat in past celebrations. It was always his wish to be in the midst of his guests. Then, he could enjoy their company and, of course, share many of his intriguing stories that always brought life’s lessons to the hearts of those who were within the sound of his voice. She marveled at how he could always add a touch of humor in his stories that brought laughter in the most difficult situation. She could feel his presence, remembering his laughter during past celebrations. It made her smile.
She took the seat between her father’s best friends: Raziel to her right and Grace Daniel to the left with all the guests seated on both sides of the table.
The delicious smell of food filled the room while ambient harp music added a lightness that joined with quiet conversation. Once everyone sat down and the glasses filled with aged nectar, it was time for the first toast.
MyAnn stood and tapped the side of her glass to draw their attention. She lifted her glass as the room grew quiet and all eyes looked to her. Filled with a feeling of missing her father, she began to speak slowly; his presence felt by all in the loving strength of her voice.
“My father and I are honored by your presence. He wished tonight that his changing life be a celebration and that each one of you takes this never-ending lesson for you to share…of how life changes, and that amid every change, no matter the circumstance, there is always love and great joy. He has left a portion of his life in each one of you, as you have known him, to carry forward all the lessons he taught to the world. He is on a new journey lit by the angels who leave a legacy of peace for this world. Though we shed tears as he leaves this physical body, they are tears of joy for the path he now walks. I ask that you remember him in your thoughts during times of quiet. And when life takes you to far off lands, let him be in your words to all you meet. He plays a role in your legacy that lives on as a remembrance of your time on Terra Firma. Hold near to your heart what he taught that this world is one thing, the energy of all we are. It is the Angels’ Legacy of life and love, for they are one. Join me now as we honor him in this lifetime…ever-present, ever caring, ever more a life filled with love. In this celebration of life, let us toast my father…our friend and teacher, Daavi DiMarco!”
All the guests stood, raised their glasses, and toasted with her, then, turning to those near them toasting each other.
MyAnn put down her glass and took her seat next to Grace, a dignified elderly woman, tall, strong-boned, dark of skin and strong of character with short curly white hair that framed her still beautiful face. She remained a devoted friend to her father and she, too, always committed to sharing the ancient teachings throughout many lands.
Grace leaned to MyAnn, her warm voice filled with a quiet eloquence and strength as she spoke. “MyAnn, it is a privilege to share in this celebration and to have known your father. I see in your eyes tonight and hear in the words that you speak the life he has shared with you and...
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 27.12.2024 |
|---|---|
| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Science Fiction |
| ISBN-13 | 9798218516109 / 9798218516109 |
| Informationen gemäß Produktsicherheitsverordnung (GPSR) | |
| Haben Sie eine Frage zum Produkt? |
EPUB (Ohne DRM)Größe: 1,8 MB
Digital Rights Management: ohne DRM
Dieses eBook enthält kein DRM oder Kopierschutz. Eine Weitergabe an Dritte ist jedoch rechtlich nicht zulässig, weil Sie beim Kauf nur die Rechte an der persönlichen Nutzung erwerben.
Dateiformat: EPUB (Electronic Publication)
EPUB ist ein offener Standard für eBooks und eignet sich besonders zur Darstellung von Belletristik und Sachbüchern. Der Fließtext wird dynamisch an die Display- und Schriftgröße angepasst. Auch für mobile Lesegeräte ist EPUB daher gut geeignet.
Systemvoraussetzungen:
PC/Mac: Mit einem PC oder Mac können Sie dieses eBook lesen. Sie benötigen dafür die kostenlose Software Adobe Digital Editions.
eReader: Dieses eBook kann mit (fast) allen eBook-Readern gelesen werden. Mit dem amazon-Kindle ist es aber nicht kompatibel.
Smartphone/Tablet: Egal ob Apple oder Android, dieses eBook können Sie lesen. Sie benötigen dafür eine kostenlose App.
Geräteliste und zusätzliche Hinweise
Buying eBooks from abroad
For tax law reasons we can sell eBooks just within Germany and Switzerland. Regrettably we cannot fulfill eBook-orders from other countries.
aus dem Bereich
